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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA 
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Embracing Memories Embracing memories only of thy face and very little recall of thy voice, I lay in shadows of many a moon that has been swallowed in the night skies only to once again be phasing whole. Such beauty I behold, knowing thou hast viewed the same yet with such silence, I am filled. Lest mine dreams be only dreams forever, per chance, shall mine eyes catch sight of word in such a timely manner? Having lost all want of attending by suitors other than thou, I remain in empty chambers night after night, awaiting word. Tears spring from mine eyes, as darkness falls and as each morn awakens me and still time hast past by without sound of thy voice nor word from thy pen. Worry begets me, pervades my thoughts my heart is filled with love for you, my darling C, and wishes you Godspeed. Your Lady, O [This message has been edited by MMoonchild (edited 08-22-2000).] |
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demoninlove Member
since 2000-02-11
Posts 211Dehradun |
Despair Not - Though  47.The summer of our delight has passed away. In the winter of reason our hearts now lay. And this game of elation and despair Seems to be the game HE likes best - to play. A Window will open some day, some where... Deepak |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
47.The summer of our delight has passed away. In the winter of reason our hearts now lay. And this game of elation and despair Seems to be the game HE likes best - to play. A Window will open some day, some where... My one, who holds the power in the palm of his hands, in the kiss of his lips, in the beat of his heart pressing to mine No game doest he play... But chivalry serves him well as he is oft to complete the 40 tasks that Father has laid before in the honor of my hand... But each moon that phases by leaves me in want of his gentle caress the back of his fingers that touch to mine cheek the look into pools so blue as the sea that surrounds my heart begs for his touch of words penned and brought to this window on wings of dove.... Your kind words received, Lady Ollyne |
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